Recent blog entries by rachel

"He reflected how much, in the many years that had passed,
he had defined himself by his difference from his friends,
differences felt in that degree of detail which is obtained
by continuous careful talking."

Mum and I are at the beach, somewhere in
Marin.
She's
lounging in a deckchair, wearing sunglasses, very glam. A
plane swoops low over the city. Something falls from its
belly. I stare, uncomprehending, until the penny drops. I
pull Mum down and try to shield her body with mine. "Is
this another one of your silly nuclear war nightmares?" she
asks, irritated. The fire sweeps towards us across the
water and burns the clothes off my back.

I wake up, terrified, and go to work. It
turns
out
that
the
headquarters of Red Hat and Caldera have been destroyed by
atomic bombs. My coworkers and I discuss it, bewildered:
What was the point of that? Who will be next? Above our
office, the bomber engines grow louder.

I wake up, terrified, and go to school.
Russell
Crowe
tries
to seduce me, but I'm more interested in his lasagne.